Episode 117: The first thing anybody at my new church ever asked me was if it was just me and nine years later mine is still the only name on the potluck sheet
Submitted by Nell — Paducah, Kentucky. 61. The first thing anybody at my church ever said to me was, "Just you this morning?" I said yes. I was fifty-two, three weeks divorced, and new in Paducah, where I had taken a billing job at the hospital because it was far enough from Evansville. I picked a little brick church off Lone Oak Road because the parking lot was half full and nobody in it knew me. The man at the door smiled, looked past my shoulder at the empty walk, and said something quietly to a woman behind him. She came right over and took both my hands. She said her name was Lorene and…
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